Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Orphans in the East
 Hindoo school-girls
 Little Cornelia
 Diligence in learning
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Title: Charlotte, the Hindoo orphan
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00066412/00001
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Title: Charlotte, the Hindoo orphan
Physical Description: 95 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Duff, Alexander, 1806-1878
Religious Tract Society (Great Britain) ( Publisher )
Gresham Press ( Printer )
Unwin Brothers (Firm) ( Printer )
St. Martha Printing Works ( Printer )
Publisher: Relgious Tract Society
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: The Gresham Press, Unwin Brothers ; St. Martha Printing Works
Publication Date: [187-?]
Subject: Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Hindus -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Students -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Poverty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction -- India   ( lcsh )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1875   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: Prize books (Provenance)   ( rbprov )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Manchester
England -- Brighton
England -- Chilworth
Statement of Responsibility: by Dr. Duff ; and other tales from the East.
General Note: Date of publication based on binding indicating publication in the 1870's.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00066412
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002220353
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Half Title
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Orphans in the East
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Hindoo school-girls
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Little Cornelia
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Diligence in learning
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
    Back Matter
        Back Matter
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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ORPHANS IN THE EAST ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 72

FIINDOO SCHOOL GIRLS ... ............. ..... 78

LITTLE CORNELIA ... ............... ....... 84

DILIGENCE IN LEARNING .................. 90



1HL heathens have no hospitals
i ;o)r the sick, no almshouses for
the -Yed, no asylums for the orphan.
They are often left to perish by the
sides of the river, unpitied and un-
There are many orphans in Eng-
land; but it is said that in comparison
there are a great many more in India.
Famine, crime, and cruel customs
destroy numbers of parents, and their
little ones are thrown on this wide


world, without any friend to take
care of them. It is supposed that
hundreds, perhaps thousands, perish
every year. But Christians in England
have sent money to missionaries, to
be spent on these destitute children,
that they may be saved from want
and death, and trained up in the fear
of the Lord. In the year 1839, there
were fifty asylums, in which were about
700 girls, and 900 boys. Since then,
many other schools have been formed.
It must be a lovely sight to be-
hold these orphans and their teachers.
Could we peep into their midst, we
should find them seated in rows, some
learning to read the Scriptures in their
native language, and others in English;
we might hear, "See the kind Shep-


herd, Jesus, stands!" or, "Oh, that
will be joyful !" sung to the same
tunes as we sing them in England.
We are told they sing very sweetly
and correctly, and that it is quite
delightful to hear them join in the
praises of Jesus.
It is the custom at the close of the
lessons, for the children to sit in circles
around one of the teachers, when the
Scriptures are read and explained,
and prayer is offered. Sometimes,
when it is a fine evening, they are
taken out for a walk their clean and
happy appearance is quite a contrast
to the dirty-looking children who are
running about the native villages.
The girls are taught worsted-work
and lace-making, as well as plain


and fancy needlework. The elder
scholars go to the fountain, and carry
in pitchers all the water that is wanted;
they clean the house, grind the corn,
cook the food, wait on the sick, and
take care of the younger children;
and in other ways are trained to habits
of industry and cleanliness. In the
male schools, the boys are taught
useful trades: in one room may be
seen a group of little blacksmiths, in
another, young carpenters, shoemakers,
or printers; while others are busy in
making carpets and rugs. If it were
only to benefit the orphans for this
world, these schools would be great
blessings, but they are designed to
do good to their precious souls.
A little girl, belonging to one of


these schools, saw a priest performing
his devotions, by throwing flowers,
tied up in large leaves, into the river
Ganges. "What are you doing there,
brahmin ?" asked the child. I am
offering these flowers to the Ganges,"
said the priest. "For what do you
offer flowers to the Ganges ? the water
can do you no good. Why do you
not worship God, and love Jesus
Christ, as my teacher has taught me
to do?"' The man answered, "How
do you know you ought to do so ?"
" Because," replied the little orphan,
"my Bible tells me, 'This is life eternal
that they might know Thee, the only
true God, and Jesus Christ, whom Thou
hast sent.'" The man smiled, threw
down his flowers, and walked away.


Another scholar, called little Luckie,
lost her sight just before she died;
but she was quite patient under her
loss. I am going away very soon,"
she said; I am going to a better
country; I am going to Jesus: you
need not be sorry."
So many pleasing accounts have
been given of young Hindoo orphans,
that a large book might be written
about them. What you have now read
may lead you to feel an interest in their
welfare, and to pray to God for His
blessing to rest on all orphan schools
in heathen lands.


Sow favoured is the condition
of the happy English girl, as
she walks to her Sunday-school on
the morning of the Lord's day!
With her hymn-book and Testament
in a little bag hanging on her arm,
she hastens on her way, with cheerful
face, to meet her teacher. How dark
and wretched is the state of the poor
Hindoo child who knows no Sabbath,
whom no kind teacher meets, for
whom no book, no school is found!


Long ages passed away, and no one
cared for the happiness of Hindoo
girls in this world; no one thought
to prepare them for the world to
come. Some years ago, however, a
lady went across the sea, to be their
At that time, schools for girls
were unknown in that part of India.
When the lady arrived, she went
one day to see the native boys that
were under the care of the mis-
sionaries. It was a new sight to
see a female enter the school, and
the natives gathered around, looking
at her with surprise. Among the
crowd was a little girl: she peeped
in at the door with an.inquiring look;
but a- Hindoo, who assisted in the


school, came out and drove her away.
"Why do you drive away the child ?"
"Oh, she is always here: for three
months past she has been daily beg-
ging to be admitted, that she may be
taught as well as the boys." "Do
you wish to learn to read ?" said
the kind lady. She replied, it was
what she much wished. "Come then,
to-morrow, and I will teach you,"
added the lady.
The news soon spread that a lady
had come all the way from England
to teach Hindoo girls to read. The
school opened the next morning with
thirteen scholars; and as the teacher
looked at them pleasantly, their faces
were lighted up with joy.
The mothers of the children stood


without, peeping through the lattice-
work, which in that country is used
instead of windows. It was a new and
strange sight to see their daughters
taught from a book, and with one voice
they cried, "Oh, what a pearl of a
woman is this!" and then cheerfully
added, "Our children are yours; we
give them up to you."
The brahmins, or priests, did not
like this ,attempt to do good; they
said that females neither would nor
could learn; that they had no souls;
and that they were no better than
the beasts which perish: but though
the brahmins frowned, the parents
looked on with delight. One poor
woman brought two little children
a long distance, and waited all the


school hours, that she might take
them home again. A respectable
man stood over his daughter during
the whole of her lessons, wondering
to find that his little girl could learn
to read as well as the boys. Next,
the children were set to sewing: once
they were too idle to put a stitch
into their torn clothes, but soon they
gladly learned to mend and make,
that they might appear clean and
tidy in their school.
Since that happy day, thousands
of Hindoo girls have been taught in
the missionary schools, and thousands
more are now under instruction.
They learn out of the same books
as English children, only put into
the Hindoo tongue. They read the


Dairyman's Daughter, the Young
Cottager, and the Pilgrim's Progress,
which have been put into their lan-
guage for their use; and, above all,
they have been taught to read the best
of books the Bible. That holy
book has led many of them to the
Saviour, for pardon through His
precious blood: some have died re-
joicing in Him as their only hope:
and, no doubt, their happy spirits
are now with Him in glory.
Who would not pray that this good
work may prosper ? Who that loves
the Saviour would refuse to render
it all the help in their power?


i TT LE CORNELIA lived in a land
\v, here groves of cinnamon trees
perfume the air, and sweet flowers are
spread over the earth. The sun shines
brightly in the sky, and beautiful birds
sparkle in its beams. This pleasant
land is known to us by the name of
Ceylon : but how sad to think, that
with all its loveliness, it is a dark
heathen land !
When Cornelia came with one of
her sisters, for the first time, to the


missionary school, she was only five
years old, but she was a careful and
diligent little girl, and got on so fast
in her learning, that in three years she
rose to the highest class. She loved
to commit to memory the word of
God, and the correct answers she
gave proved that she understood what
she learned. Her needlework, too,
was always very neatly done. One
Lord's day she heard the Bishop of
Madras preach to the people; there
was one text she heard quoted at the
close of the sermon that gave her
much delight: it was this, The very
God of peace sanctify you wholly;
and I pray God your whole spirit and
soul and body be preserved blameless
unto the coming of our Lord Jesus


Christ." She worked this text very
nicely on a sampler, and presented it
to the bishop.
The children of Ceylon are often
guilty of lying, fighting, and saying
bad words; but Cornelia was careful
to avoid these sins. She loved her
school, and it was a grief to her to
be absent from it one day.
As Cornelia was taught what was
right and good, she sometimes would
modestly try to teach her heathen
parents. On one occasion, seeing her
mother paying attention to an idol
priest, she said, Oh, mother, it is not
good to have two hearts, only one:
mother, have only one heart." This
was her simple way of drawing her
parent to give up idolatry, and to


become a true Christian. She often
begged her parents not to work on
the Lord's day, but to hear the mis-
sionary preach.
It was in the spring of the year
when little Cornelia took a fever.
The doctor tried to cure her, but she
got worse. She did not refuse to take
the medicine that was offered to her,
though she knew it was only God who
could make her strong and well again.
In her country, when people are ill,
they seek help from evil spirits : she,
however, would not let her heathen
friends perform any of their wicked
ceremonies in her sick-room. One
day, when very ill, she said she
wanted to go to school, to finish a
sampler for a lady in England: she


had already marked the alphabet, had
worked Feed my lambs," and two
lines of a little hymn she had learned;
but the poor child was too sick to
finish her little task.
As her sister was sitting by her
bedside, about two o'clock one morn-
ning, Cornelia asked for her Bible;
when it was brought to her, she held
out her hands to take it, and clasped
ift to her bosom.
When a monitor in a class at school,
small sums of money -were given to
her: out of these she had saved
equal to five shillings and threepence.
On her father asking what should be
done with her money, she told him
to give it to the Missionary Society.
It was 4 little token of love and


gratitude for the privileges which she
had enjoyed, and a proof how much
\ she wished that others should hear
the good news that Jesus Christ came
into the world to save sinners.
The daylight was just breaking
into her room one morning: by her
bedside sat a friend, reading to her
the word of God, when she quietly
bowed her head, and fell asleep in
Jesus, in the tenth year of her age.
May all who read this account of
Cornelia learn three things : first, to
go in faith to Jesus, for the pardon
of their sins; secondly, like her, may
they love the word of God; and
lastly, may they show the same
anxious desire for the conversion of
the heathen.


HE laws of the Hindoos declare
that it is not proper for females
to learn to read, and they are mostly
left to grow up in ignorance. When
a missionary offered to begin a school
for the young in a Hindoo village,
some of. the people said he might set
up one for the boys. He then told
them he was willing to set up one for
girls also; when a Hindoo replied,
" What have we to do for them ? Let
them remain as they are." The mis-


sionary said that they had souls as
well as men, and must be saved, or
lost for ever. The Hindoo added,
"They do not know how to go to
heaven, then let them go to hell!"
But since this shocking reply was
given many schools for females have
been set up in India, and God has
richly blessed the labours of the
Christian teachers. Many pleasing ac-
counts of the piety of Hindoo girls-
have been sent to us, and one of them
will now be given.
Pannachi was a lively little girl,
with a smiling face, and of simple
manners. As her father had given
up his idols, he brought her to a
school to be taught. She was very
diligent, and got on nicely with her


learning. She took great delight in
reading, and sometimes went to the
missionary's house, and standing at
his study door, would make a courtesy,
and with a pleasing smile on her face,
used to say, "Good morning, sir,"
which was almost all the English she
knew. To encourage the little learner,
he would send her the Bible, or some
other book, for her to take away with
her to read.
It was the practice of the missionary
to have morning prayer with the school
girls, to whom he explained, in a plain
way, a few verses of the Scriptures.
The girls who could read took their
books with them, and questions were
asked, to see if they understood what
had been told them. Little Pannachi


did not trifle and play, as many English
girls often do when the Bible is read;
but she looked at the missionary, and
tried to make out what he was reading,
so that she was able to answer the
questions better than any other girl in
the school. When the evening came,
she was always glad to join in the
prayers that were offered, and to hear
the Scriptures again explained. One
or two of the girls had to stay in the
school-room, to take care of it, while
the rest went to join in family prayer;
but Pannachi, when it was her turn to
stop behind, used to beg very hard
that she also might be allowed to go.
She said she did not like to lose any
part of her instruction.
One morning little Pannachi was


taken ill; in the afternoon, she be-
came much worse; at night, she was
in great danger, and at daybreak next
morning she was dying. When she
was seized with the illness she seemed
afraid, but soon became calm. Turn-
ing to her schoolmistress she said,
" Do not be troubled about me; I am
not afraid: the Lord lives, and I trust
in IIim." As Pannachi appeared in
great pain, she was asked how she felt,
when she said she was trusting in the
Lord Jesus; and added, The Spirit
of God is mighty in me." When the
mistress saw her little scholar close her
eyes in death, she wept, and said,
" That was a dear child a child that
loved the Bible, and dearly loved the


The history of this little Hindoo
girl is a call on the young-" Be ye
also ready : for in such an hour as ye
think not, the Son of man cometh"
(Matt. xxiv. 44). He comes to call you
to give an account of how you have
lived, how you have improved your
privileges, and whether or not you
have loved Him. Take care, like
Pannachi, to improve the days of
your youth; seek to understand the
Bible, and believe in the Lord Jesus
Christ, that you may obtain the for-
giveness of your sins, through the
riches of His grace.




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